Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

1. February 5/19/2003
2. The Dream? 8/4/2006
3. The Cave 8/8/2006
4. There's Hope Yet 8/8/2006
5. The Nightly Menace 8/10/2006
6. An Ode To Fred 8/30/2006
7. Vengeance 8/30/2006
8. Sod's Law 8/31/2006
9. Pandora's Box 9/1/2006
10. Odd 9/2/2006
11. Strange 9/2/2006
12. The Suburban Fox 9/3/2006
13. The Super Rat 9/3/2006
14. In The Mood 9/4/2006
15. Still Waters / Early Morning 9/4/2006
16. The Fly 9/11/2006
17. The Pigeon In The Mountains 9/14/2006
18. Today 9/15/2006
19. What Am I? 9/15/2006
20. Biting 9/18/2006
21. The Best Things 9/20/2006
22. The Unicorn 9/21/2006
23. Grey 9/21/2006
24. The Wizard 9/21/2006
25. The Vortex 9/21/2006
26. The Shepherd 9/22/2006
27. The Old Mill House 9/22/2006
28. The Apple 9/22/2006
29. Evening On The Farm 9/25/2006
30. The Old Watch-Tower 9/25/2006
31. Clouds 9/25/2006
32. The Ice-Drake 9/25/2006
33. Girl By A Pond 9/25/2006
34. Village Fair 9/26/2006
35. A Stone Tower 9/27/2006
36. Black Rat 9/27/2006
37. The Prisoner 9/27/2006
38. In A Flower Shop 9/25/2006
39. The Derelict Hut 9/25/2006
40. Bluebell Wood 9/27/2006
Best Poem of Marilyn Shepperson

Killing Fields

The fighting is over, the battle is won
Overhead the crows are gathering
The dead lay like a grisly carpet
Those not dead groan or cry and pray softly
Worst of all is the heart rending whimpering
Of men knowing they are about to die and are afraid
The victors celebrate in the great hall
With drink and food in plenty
Raising glasses to the glorious dead
What's glorious about it?
The losers, in chains, sit bemused
Trying to work out where they went wrong
Exhausted horses in the stables
Stand with heads hanging low
To tired to eat, barely able to ...

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February

Azure sky, streaked with cloud
Catkins and buds on every bough
Early flowers amass the fields
In a rainbows hue of colour
Is it really only February
With all this April weather
And yet the sun shines brightly
The grass is as green as in May
And even the wind, though northerly

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